She stares out the window

Content as can be

In her long raven locks

A flower is propped.

Paint Stains her olive hands

She seems to care less

As they lay on her dress

A car horn sounds out.

Then, quick as a cheetah

She sprints recklessly

Tearing open the door

And runs to his arms

To live life fearlessly

To be that content

The things I lack right now

I want to change soon.